How wise am I? How good has my life been?
These are the questions I may ask at last
When at the sill of death and staring in,
Reviewing the events of my whole past.
Were it not better, though, to ask them now—
How wise? How good?—when there may yet be time
To rectify my ways and disavow
What’s silly and seek after what’s sublime?
What’s wisdom but to realize what is
Of value to oneself and everyone,
Which does not take the genius of a whiz,
Nor need a lengthy lifetime to be done.
Of all things we might value, one above
The rest is true, and that of course is love.